Imperfect

I should start speaking my mind
Because it hurts to bite my tongue
I've got a very fragile mind
I don't know if my heart's weak or strong

*I need a mop and broom
To clean up this mess I made of myself
Because I'm not perfect
I'm imperfect
Nobody's perfect

I'm realizing that everyone's a piece of shit
Because we all have things that make us sick
I am a bomband there are things that make me tick
But your face doesn't even deserve my spit

*I need a mop and broom
To clean up this mess I made of myself
Because I'm not perfect
I'm imperfect
Nobody's perfect

I can never get any peace
I just wanna get some sleep
My mind is so exhausted I can't even eat
So please go away, Just let me be